A slice of life, the universe and everything… from the sunny Isle of Wight

On exes, Jools, boats and exits.

It’s an age thing clearly. This flying by of the time. There just don’t seem to be enough hours in the day and not enough being achieved…

So the weekend began with an ex. Husband that is. The Child’s father had very kindly agreed to pick up my Dad’s old car from Sheffield (where he lives) and drive it down her to the sunny Isle as my Dad has donated it to The Child in order to further his driving education. Because of the distances involved, he and his 7 year old son stayed over for the night which was a touch weird as we haven’t spent a night under the same roof for about 16 years, but we get on fine so it was ok. We talked of old times, old acquaintances and The Other Child and the SBG came over and saw him too. The weather was fine and they chatted whilst I nursed a hangover from behind my sunglasses. So, The Child now has a very old (N reg) little runaround which he can just about squish his 6 foot plus frame into. I will now have to accompany him on drives trying my best not to clutch the seat in terror and shout too much…

Handily enough, just as the ex arrived, TG and I, Mr & Mrs Folly and some other assorted friends repaired to the ice rink in Ryde to see the wonderful Jools Holland and his Blues Band. Alison Moyet (who appears to have lost half her body weight) was his special guest and she was brilliant especially singing ‘Love Letters Straight From Your Heart’ which still sounds the same as it did when she sang it in eighty something. We do enjoy a bit of Jools, not least because Mrs Folly is Dave the bassists ex girlfriend from eons ago and we get in for nothing. Not only that but we get to go to the after show party…which is where we crawled out of at 2 in the morning…very worse for wear. I would have had photos. Had I remembered to put the memory card in the camera…Maybe it was just as well I hadn’t…!

However, I do have some of the following evening when we all regrouped for an evening at the Bahar – our usual Wednesday night haunt. Sometimes (especially if we have visitors) we get the water taxi from The Folly up to Cowes

Great fun and a quite unique way to go for a night out. TG and I had walked down to the river through the fields

And we had a lovely trip up the river

So what with all that and work on Sunday, I’m sitting back at work today completely knackered. TG exits for Spain today for an initial 5 weeks and then who knows. They may keep him there for several months, or they may not. It’s so frustrating never being able to plan anything like holidays because of the up and downness of his business but I suppose I should be used to it by now. The only good thing about it is that I can fly there from Southampton if the opportunity arises (which I shall endeavour to make happen), I might manage a long weekend or something here or there between term times. I’m not looking forward to being alone on the sofa again, but needs must. So I shall get the sewing machine out again and open some sort of online shop I think. Still £300 to go for the red velvet sofa…

Oh yes, don’t forget our raffle is still on going – see my earlier post here or please donate at www.justgiving.com/abby-and-friends – we’d like to raise more than our original target, so if you haven’t donated, please do.

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umm it must be something about the sunny isle … a friend got married last summer & her ex plus new wife came over from the Island not only for the wedding but stayed in the house which had been home to both of them to look after their three children so that she & new hubby could go away !
I have a teen learning to drive – luckily I don’t drive so it’s the instructor & hubby who have all the scares ! Both teens are way taller than me but still let me sit in the front & have to scruntch their long legs up in the back !

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May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of his hand.